As the sun rose on a beautiful Friday morning, the dew on the ground glistened in the light, filling the air with a sense of renewal and hope. I, filled with a longing to reconnect with the divine, set out on my old bike to the sacred Pashupati temple, a place I had not visited in some time. The familiar sights and sounds of the temple grounds enveloped me, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me.
But as I made my way through the crowds, my eyes were drawn to a figure that stood out among the throngs of worshippers. She was like an angel, her beauty striking and otherworldly. I couldn't help but stop in my tracks, my eyes fixed on her.
As I stood there, transfixed, she approached me and spoke. To my shock and amazement, she introduced herself as a ghost. I struggled to control my emotions as she told me of her plight, of her longing to speak to the souls of the dead.
As we made our way to Aryaghat, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. And then, there it was - a dead body lying on the stone slab on the riverbank. The ghost offered to speak to the soul of the deceased and I, in a moment of desperate curiosity, asked if she could bring the body back to life.
"Yes," she said, "but on one condition. You must come with me."
In that moment, I knew that I could not make that sacrifice. I had too much left to see and do in this life. And so, with a heavy heart, I bid her farewell and watched as she disappeared, taking the soul of the dead with her.
As the alarm on my phone jolted me back to reality, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered. Had it all been a dream? Or had I truly stumbled upon a ghost, and been offered a glimpse into the afterlife? Whatever the truth may be, the experience left me with a newfound appreciation for the fragility of life and a sense of longing for the unknown.
By Sudarshon sapkota, 2017
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